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Resistentialism [Written in 43 min]
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A silent night like this - all alone in my room. The sound of the curtains when the cold wind passes through wide open windows. Its raining outside and storms are raging - lighting up the room in a creepy manner. I am sitting on the floor looking at old photos from my childhood - the pictures are horrifying in many ways. How could I even look like that? My hair was atleast 47,5 centimeters long and it was blonde. I was a nice person and no one bothered me. But today, I regret it. I dont have anyone to talk to - so I speak to objects. People call me insane but this is how I live my life. The candles placed on the ground light up the surroundings pretty well, I can atleast see what I am doing.
The wind picked up its speed and the windows started to open and shut by itself. The curtains were swaying violently in all directions and hit the vase with the white roses. It fell down to the ground and the containing fluids spread all over the photos and me - a clinging sound resounded through the room and it shattered in pieces. All the candles was pushed down towards me and I was surrounded with them around me. I felt how the heat crawled closer and closer to my body and stuck to it - it started to consume me. But I never felt a thing - it was soothing and pleasant. I placed my palms on the wet carpet and felt how sharp objects pierced my palms. I looked at them and pieces of the vase was stuck deep inside my palms - I pulled them out. The exquisite and sharp pain when pulling them out was something completely new for me - I was exhilarated. I threw them aside and noticed how my blood was dripping down the photos - mixing with the wax and water from the vase.
I picked up the photo. In fright, I dropped it again - the image wasn’t the same. The windows was still beating intensely by the wind and started to crack. I decide to stand up but I couldn’t - I had no power. The wind slammed the window one last time and I saw how the whole framework shattered and flew inside my room. A huge wooden piece hit my bookshelf and all the books and papers fell down. The wind picked up inside my room and made them fly around everywhere. I forced myself up on my feet, standing in the middle of a paper vortex. I accidentally grabbed a paper and everything just mysteriously stopped and dropped to the ground. I looked at it - it was my birth certificate. 20th September, 1987.
Suddenly I heard a crackle behind the paper and how something broke. I paused for a second and saw how sharp pieces of glass pierced the birth certificate and headed straight for my face. Everything was in slowmotion and I saw how the big pieces came closer and closer. Suddenly everything became black and I felt a heavy thud in the back of my head. Pain was pulsating through my face and I felt how blood was pouring down my cheeks. I got up very slowly and looked myself in the mirror. I could barely see anything but I saw that something was stuck in my eyes. A heavy slam sounded and I looked straight into the mirror - it was behind me. Few seconds later, everything disappeared.
Algedonics & Aponia [Written in 54 min]
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Resistentialism [Written in 43 min]
A silent night like this - all alone in my room. The sound of the curtains when the cold wind passes through wide open windows. Its raining outside and storms are raging - lighting up the room in a creepy manner. I am sitting on the floor looking at old photos from my childhood - the pictures are horrifying in many ways. How could I even look like that? My hair was atleast 47,5 centimeters long and it was blonde. I was a nice person and no one bothered me. But today, I regret it. I dont have anyone to talk to - so I speak to objects. People call me insane but this is how I live my life. The candles placed on the ground light up the surroundings pretty well, I can atleast see what I am doing.
The wind picked up its speed and the windows started to open and shut by itself. The curtains were swaying violently in all directions and hit the vase with the white roses. It fell down to the ground and the containing fluids spread all over the photos and me - a clinging sound resounded through the room and it shattered in pieces. All the candles was pushed down towards me and I was surrounded with them around me. I felt how the heat crawled closer and closer to my body and stuck to it - it started to consume me. But I never felt a thing - it was soothing and pleasant. I placed my palms on the wet carpet and felt how sharp objects pierced my palms. I looked at them and pieces of the vase was stuck deep inside my palms - I pulled them out. The exquisite and sharp pain when pulling them out was something completely new for me - I was exhilarated. I threw them aside and noticed how my blood was dripping down the photos - mixing with the wax and water from the vase.
I picked up the photo. In fright, I dropped it again - the image wasn’t the same. The windows was still beating intensely by the wind and started to crack. I decide to stand up but I couldn’t - I had no power. The wind slammed the window one last time and I saw how the whole framework shattered and flew inside my room. A huge wooden piece hit my bookshelf and all the books and papers fell down. The wind picked up inside my room and made them fly around everywhere. I forced myself up on my feet, standing in the middle of a paper vortex. I accidentally grabbed a paper and everything just mysteriously stopped and dropped to the ground. I looked at it - it was my birth certificate. 20th September, 1987.
Suddenly I heard a crackle behind the paper and how something broke. I paused for a second and saw how sharp pieces of glass pierced the birth certificate and headed straight for my face. Everything was in slowmotion and I saw how the big pieces came closer and closer. Suddenly everything became black and I felt a heavy thud in the back of my head. Pain was pulsating through my face and I felt how blood was pouring down my cheeks. I got up very slowly and looked myself in the mirror. I could barely see anything but I saw that something was stuck in my eyes. A heavy slam sounded and I looked straight into the mirror - it was behind me. Few seconds later, everything disappeared.
Algedonics & Aponia [Written in 54 min]
Oh my. Her skin is so pale and tender. Her body is jerking as she is bound. She cant say a single word - only muted screams. The duct tape does good. I see the fright in her light blue eyes. Bloodshot and bruised - the dark circles below her eyes makes her look atleast 17,4 years older. I look at her and giggle - I haven’t started yet. But I am enjoying this so much. Never seen a girl fragile like this, tied up and ready for my punishment. I hear how my tools scream my name. I grab her hair and whisper “Oh, someone have been a bad, bad girl.” She tried to shout and scream but it was all moans and muted words. I felt how every hair-root stiffened and gave me goosebumps.
I grabbed my small jigsaw and placed right between her eyes. “You like this?” I said and cut her atop of her nose. Her makeup was all soiled, it turned me on. “Well this is nothing” I said and dropped the jigsaw and continued “Nothing compared to what I can do, honey” I said and came closer to her ear while grabbing my axe. “I want to hear you scream” and I pulled the ductape covering her lips with my index finger and thumb and pulled slowly. I heard how the sticky surface made a wet sound when I pulled it. She was gasping after air and screamed. “Oh, yes - cursed siren, sing for me.” I said and laughed.
I swung my axe towards her weak limbs and striked. Blood splatted all over me and the axe. She screamed in agony. “YES, MORE” I frenetically shouted and repeated my act. “Stop, please stop!” She shouted and looked at me. I ignored her and moved to the other side. Her right arm was cut in half. She was breathing and shaking heavily. I swung my axe and when it was mid-air she screamed again “Please, I’ll do anything you tell me to do.” I dropped the axe and looked at her. I grabbed her chin and stared into her bloodshot eyes. “What about….” I paused intentionally pretending I was being nice. “Please, I’ll do anything.” I walked around in the room and opened a door with various tools. I grabbed it and turned it on. The loud sound was deafening. “WHAT ABOUT NO!?” i shouted and rushed towards her with a chainsaw. She started to scream and I shoved it right into her neck and forced it all the way until her head fell off.
I threw away the chainsaw and grabbed the head in its hair. “Oh, you still look so sweet.” I said and grabbed her cheek with my left hand. “Now, we are going to bed.” I said to myself and still held the head with a firm grip. I opened my door and it made a screeching sound. I placed the head next to the others and looked at it. “You are the most beautiful head in my collection. And as you see, I have alot of them.” I popped a giggle before falling into my bed.
I grabbed my small jigsaw and placed right between her eyes. “You like this?” I said and cut her atop of her nose. Her makeup was all soiled, it turned me on. “Well this is nothing” I said and dropped the jigsaw and continued “Nothing compared to what I can do, honey” I said and came closer to her ear while grabbing my axe. “I want to hear you scream” and I pulled the ductape covering her lips with my index finger and thumb and pulled slowly. I heard how the sticky surface made a wet sound when I pulled it. She was gasping after air and screamed. “Oh, yes - cursed siren, sing for me.” I said and laughed.
I swung my axe towards her weak limbs and striked. Blood splatted all over me and the axe. She screamed in agony. “YES, MORE” I frenetically shouted and repeated my act. “Stop, please stop!” She shouted and looked at me. I ignored her and moved to the other side. Her right arm was cut in half. She was breathing and shaking heavily. I swung my axe and when it was mid-air she screamed again “Please, I’ll do anything you tell me to do.” I dropped the axe and looked at her. I grabbed her chin and stared into her bloodshot eyes. “What about….” I paused intentionally pretending I was being nice. “Please, I’ll do anything.” I walked around in the room and opened a door with various tools. I grabbed it and turned it on. The loud sound was deafening. “WHAT ABOUT NO!?” i shouted and rushed towards her with a chainsaw. She started to scream and I shoved it right into her neck and forced it all the way until her head fell off.
I threw away the chainsaw and grabbed the head in its hair. “Oh, you still look so sweet.” I said and grabbed her cheek with my left hand. “Now, we are going to bed.” I said to myself and still held the head with a firm grip. I opened my door and it made a screeching sound. I placed the head next to the others and looked at it. “You are the most beautiful head in my collection. And as you see, I have alot of them.” I popped a giggle before falling into my bed.
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